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The Warning |
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I live the street life |
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Its 24/7 3.6 |
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Ill be right and be wrong |
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Live life for a reason |
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And speak live in rhyme form |
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Every time the beats on the wall |
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The worlds still spinning |
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Flushin in my eyes |
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Let the science |
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Set the fly through the dark East sky |
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Some sh*t is for sure |
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But now Im sure the sun will rise |
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Stop calling prophet guys |
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Crime spread alibis |
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Companies economize |
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We all try to monopolize |
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Jus to try to summarize |
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Im trying to find my poverness |
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Living and sniffing the line of white |
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Youre higher than your tolerance |
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We all surround the communism |
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One world governments |
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Tryin to claim its dominance |
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Im feeling this |
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This is serious |
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Is everything you seen a film? |
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Im trying to find the source |
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But not get lost in the force field |
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Let it crawl through the door way |
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I set the table cause its gourmet |
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Like cardiac arrest facing all pain |
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Scribing down my demons in the hall way |
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There are true lines on the floor before the door breaks |
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Callin who let the storm in? |
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The world is spinning |
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Im kind of high of these endorphins |
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Callin who let the storm in? |
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The world is spinning |
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Im kind of high of these endorphins |
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f**k the expensive sh*t |
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Spotlight lookin out for payments |
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Quick to grab the kids |
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I dont believe in them , in aliens |
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Shes just a lonely b**ch |
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Treat her like an alias |
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Im low at the dope funds |
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High when I smoke skunk |
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Kill them with the cobra tongue |
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A few sh*t that no ones done |
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Thats why we number one |
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My souls back on, precise |
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No one knows where Im going |
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Composing amo |
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Drop the blunt and I use it like a fish |
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Trying to find a lap |
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But I just painted one on the window |
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Youll be in pain if youre simple |
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Cause deep down |
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Only you know what youve really been through |
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See this information? |
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I dont mind getting through |
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Get to the realness |
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We came through those flames |
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If they ever start burning within you |
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Its the voice of a generation poised with |
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On a point with no replication |
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So when it rains |
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I let it pour |
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Listen to the spirits |
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Cause my heart hears them call my name |
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Callin who let the storm in? |
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The world is spinning |
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Im kind of high of these endorphins |
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Callin who let the storm in? |
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The world is spinning |
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Im kind of high of these endorphins |